[Intro]
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- Hey, hey Mr. Big, how you doing, man? Thanks so much for having me here to your house
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- Welcome to my home
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- You have a beautiful home, man, this is, this is wonderful
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- Thank you, I never invite anyone to my home, but this is very special sign here
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- No, I'm honored, man, I'm really honored, thank you so much
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- But before we get started, you mind if we just chill out here, it's a beautiful night, can just relax?
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- No, I don't, I don't mind it all, man, let's just chill
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- Here, sit right here, take a sit
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- Oh, okay
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- Yeah
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- Hey, this is nice
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- Here, have a drink
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- What's this?
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- Oh… it's just something to relax you, go ahead
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- Oh, okay
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- Gives you swagger
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- Uhm, feels good
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- You need that swagger to be big?
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- Yeah
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- I want you just to relax
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- Huh-uh
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- Go to sleep
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- Yeah
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- You will all be paid to be…
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[Hook: Ben-G Da Prince of Soul]
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(Rock, rock) rockabye (rock, rock) rockabye
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(Stop, stop) stop, you won't play me
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(Not, not) not a guy (hot, hot) hot as I
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(Rock, rock) rockabye, baby
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(Go to sleep, go-go-go to sleep) you make me go
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(Go to sleep, go to sleep) oh, you make me go
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(Go to sleep, go-go-go to sleep) you make me go
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(Go to sleep) rockabye, baby
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[Tech N9ne]
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(THERAFLU)
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That's what it be feelin like when they bear you through
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Every stereo radio, and they swear you true
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But the dopey delivery is unbearable
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Drink (CARIBOU)
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Gotta grab your nads, you in the building
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Rip it til you blast, they ass, up in the ceiling
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Look a lot of rappers trash, ain't got the feelin
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Not in your brain, to wanna change, up your energy game
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What a shame, you got a name, but you're lyrically lame
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Sedated, save it, cause your memory stained
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From ‘caine you're faded, a beginner remains
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With fame you're jaded, and you give me your lane
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I came to spray it, and it finna be pain
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Will you please, stop…
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Rappin that crap that you givin me, mayne?
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I been fiendin foe, meanin flow
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But they thought process seemin slow
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You ain't gotta rap hella fast for me to like you
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But wake the fuck if they screamin, bro
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And that's good, you're able to get your green and go
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But a lot of you shouldn't wanna be seen in show
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Cause when I go to your set you be leanin low
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[Hook]
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[Tech N9ne]
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Never do you really gotta be ill as me
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Lyrically, stalled
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Lot of rappers gonna wanna grit they grill at me
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Furiously, y'all
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But when you run up and then you find out villains we
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Fear is recalled
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Music and murkin niggas don't really wanna deal with me
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Seriously, dawg
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Your flow's on NyQuil, or them night pills
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Or that codeine, that y'all drank
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It's a funny sight for real, the people like you still
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When you so lean, that you can't
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Spit one of your verses, worse, you just faint
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Better get a nurse, a hearse, and kiss paint
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Watch a nigga urk and jerk, he's on the purp
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A Percocet alert, to Earth, if it's quaint in a…
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Box, see me comin but can't even swing at me (weak as fuck)
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When you be rappin, you mummy, you don't wanna see me
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Screamin up to the tip-top, a lot of you rappin, it be Ziploc
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All I'm sayin, is I never wanna have no MSG in my hip-hop
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(Ehe-haha! Can you feel it? Feel the swagger, hahaha)
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[Hook]
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[Tech N9ne]
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Last thing I'm gon say
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The people don't really have green or gold pay
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So when you think of rapping and go lay
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Your vocal, you better, mash mean and go cray
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But if you a beginner still, in a deal
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And yo remedial rappin is in a mill
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I guess I better slow it down a little bit and go pop me a couple of (Benadryl)
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Fuck, nigga, why you wake me up, nigga?
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Makin million dollars layin in the cut, nigga
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Fuck what you say, I been ‘sleep for two day
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Go to sleep, Tech N9ne, nigga, too paid
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[Outro]
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Stay alive, homeboy, that's all I want you to do
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You make me go (go to sleep, go to sleep)
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Oh, oh, you make go (go to sleep, go-go-go to sleep)
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You make me go (go to sleep) rockabye, baby
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Rockabye
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| Tech N9ne |
